The cold-eyed tiger roaring on the throne said: "Only win, not defeat!"

Hu Peijun took the tiger head helmet handed by the guards on the side, he nodded when he couldn't see the expression on his face, and after jumping out with his arms, it was like a cannonball exploding on the holy ring. Xuanyu Zhen, who followed closely, also landed in the ring, shaking the mountains for a while.

Hu Peijun and Xuan Yuzhen didn't have much eye contact, only the corner of their eyes passed, neither of them chose to show the meaning of their bodies at the beginning, they were horns of each other, the four of them were opposed, and the interweaving of each other's eyes could almost rub out sparks. Wisps of heavy or domineering or cold or majestic aura overflowed each other, and between the ups and downs, the clouds above the Holy Ring rolled into a funnel shape, covering the entire Qilian Mountain Range.

There are four peak powerhouses of the Realm of Refining Void!

The air flowing in the Holy Ring had already solidified as substance, and the extremely strong coercion spread out in all directions, causing many of the races in the front of the ring palace to complain. Especially when they saw that behind the four people in the Holy Ring, they were all entrenched or emerged from the totems of their four divine beast clans, and the faces of some of the slightly weaker cultivation groups turned into eggplants, and they swore in their hearts that they would definitely sit at the end of this grand event in the future.

Ah Ying, who was sitting in the Feng clan camp, clenched his palms subconsciously, and his face was no longer heartless and unruly on weekdays, but instead it was solemn and solemn.

Before the young master returned to the Dragon Clan, he had no less contact with the White Tiger Clan who often invaded the border of Northern Xinjiang, and he naturally heard of this Tiger Peijun, who was notoriously ferocious and tyrannical, and would not hesitate to kill the many vassal clans and branches of the Dragon Clan that stopped in front of him. Among the nearly 100 vassal groups of the Dragon Clan, more than the number of vassal groups with more than two hands were wiped out by him alone, completely cutting off the bloodline.

He was ordered by the Green Dragon King to send troops with the Green Pheasant to encircle and suppress this fierce beast with the blood of the dragon clan on his hands, but unfortunately he was unable to fight again and again.

He also complained to the Green Pheasant and even the Green Dragon King more than once, saying that if he was allowed to bump into Hu Peijun, he would definitely be able to break that guy's limbs and drag him back to the dragon's nest to behead him.

Today was the first time he saw the true face of Hu Peijun, but it also made him realize the reality, just the fierce aura that overflowed from Hu Peijun's body made him feel powerless to resist. He clenched his fists, his sharp fingertips digging deep into his palms, blood gushing out without realizing it, and he was ashamed of his momentary coldness.

"Don't think too much, that guy has fused the origin power of the White Tiger Clan's ancestral lineage, you only have a momentary palpitation, and you have already performed well enough, don't be presumptuous. ”

Knowing his son, Mo Ruomu, hugged Ah Ying into his arms and put his chin on his son's head, and spread out his fist, the demonic power surged, stopped the bleeding and smoothed the wound. Ah Ying sighed, still feeling that his deputy commander was cowardly without a fight, and he was really a little embarrassed by the young master's face, he looked at the red-bearded bearded man on the side who had taught him a lot of fighting skills and asked, "Brother Heaven Killer, do you also feel that way?"

After separating from Chang Xi, who had been walking with Su You, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Ah Ying's head, and while he was pleased that his juniors had grown rapidly, he said with relief: "You still feel palpitations when you have three drops of essence blood with the young master, not to mention my Heaven Devouring Demon Tiger clan who was naturally suppressed by blood. If I look at him, I'm afraid I won't even be able to raise up half of my fighting spirit, so as your mother said, you did well enough. ”

Chang Xi looked at the armored Hu Peijun on the opposite side with a sneer, and sneered: "I heard the old man say that this holy ring competition can not only divide the victory or defeat, but also determine life and death, I don't know if you thought that one day it would fall into my hands when you wantonly killed my dragon clan branch in Northern Xinjiang before?"

"Nobody, not worth mentioning. Hu Peijun slowly pulled out the hideous long knife on his waist, the blade was full of blood, it was rumored to be refined from a spine in his body, he said expressionlessly: "My tiger knife is full of dragon blood, and today is no exception." ”

"Nobody, the sick cat clan really dares to speak out. I don't know if you can still take advantage of your tongue after my man takes your head?" Xin Tong, whose eyebrows and heart lines turned into winged phoenixes, the corners of his mouth curved in a cold arc. Judging from the undisguised look of disgust on Xin Tong's face, it was obvious that he also knew about this person's bad deeds.

Xuanyu Zhen, who was standing beside Hu Peijun, suddenly felt a cold body, as if someone had stuffed a ball of ice and snow into her plump chest, she raised her eyebrows and eyes that were not delicate but very attractive, opened her mouth slightly, and Hu Peijun, who was still standing with a knife on her side, disappeared in her momentary distraction, and slaughtered the tiger in human form in the air, and the blood-drinking long knife slashed straight at Xin Tong's neck like a red nightmare!

Xin Tong scolded, the phoenix spirit pattern between her eyebrows jumped up like a living thing, and the inky phoenix flame burned along the skirt that clinged to her delicate body, her palms were folded in front of her chest, and the spiritual power in her body rolled like an oil pot, condensing a majestic fire that could burn everything in the blink of an eye.

Just as Xin Tong was about to use some kind of magic power to resist the angry blow of the Tiger Peijun, a figure that was not very generous but made people feel extremely reassuring suddenly stopped in front of her, and Chang Xi, who seemed to have a lot of strength left in the face of the angry blow of the Holy Son of the White Tiger Clan, looked back and smiled: "This sick cat will be handed over to me, and you will deal with that little turtle." It is said that women's fights are the most interesting, but I don't know if I can feast my eyes today. ”

In the holy ring where life and death are often divided, Xin Tong gave her man a charming look, and immediately captured a large number of demons who were willing to worship under her pomegranate skirt to go to the soup for her.

Chang Xi shook the tiger knife with his own qi, and Hu Peijun folded the handle of the knife in his hand again, forcing Chang Xi to sweep backwards, although it was a last resort, but it was indescribable freehand in the eyes of onlookers.

The corners of the mouth of the young master of the dragon clan who wiped the blade with one hand curled, and the momentum of the majestic qi machine that exploded in his palm changed in vain, and the other hand in his sleeve was also stirred into the torrent of the qi machine, and the palms were free, gathering from time to time, first using the Wudang mane hand to open the oncoming knife intent, and then using the mysterious Tai Chi true intent to misdivide the hideous killing intent and momentum on the blade.

Only in the electric light and flint, the Tai Chi palm technique, which seems to be slow, has been played for thousands of days. In the eyes of the layman, Hu Peijun, who seems to have a slight upper hand, is actually in an embarrassing situation. The knife can't be pushed in or pulled out, and it can really be directly used by the mortal fetus to see the qi with the naked eye, like a shackle, so that he can't get rid of it.

These two holy sons, who have cultivated for a long time but are the leaders of the younger generation of the Four Divine Beast Clans, plus the Tiger Sword, are only a foot apart at this moment.

Xuanjia Gong, whose snow-white long eyebrows were hanging down to his knees, was startled and crushed the wine cup handed to his mouth.